Irishman from Monaghan

Coll. by M.C. Parler Mrs. Bertha Lauderdale
Fayetteville, Ark.
Dec. 5, 1959
Reel 319, Item 4
An Irishman from Monaghan
I’m an Irishman from Monaghan
It was many’s the pleasant hour I spent On the banks of sweet Loch Erin.
Ladly tiriar, ladly tirio Ladly tiri-airo laddy
But to live poor I could not endure,
As others in my station,
With a heart full sore I quit the shore Of the once loved Irish nation.
Refrain.
It was early on one Sunday mom As Phaybus was a-rising,
We set sail away for New York Bay In the stout brig called Eliza Refrain.
And four or five of our beat men,
With hunger was confounded,
And seven more jumped overboard And wilfully was drownded.
Refrain.
And when we landed in New York Bay,
We were both stout and hearty,
Then we gave three cheers for Ireland here friends lay broken-hearted,
Like a flock of sheep we strayed away And from each other parted.
Refrain.
She learned this from her grandfather, Thomas Alexander Mulvagh, who was born in Ireland , in the County of Monaghan on the shores of Loch Erin. He joined an uncle in Canada in 1836 was he was a boy of eleven. He was a great singer, and Mrs. Lauderdale learned many songs from him. He died when she was twenty-two years old.

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Coll. by M.C. Parler Mrs. Bertha Lauderdale
Fayetteville, Ark.
Dec. 5, 1959
Reel 319, Item 4
An Irishman from Monaghan
I’m an Irishman from Monaghan
It was many’s the pleasant hour I spent On the banks of sweet Loch Erin.
Ladly tiriar, ladly tirio Ladly tiri-airo laddy
But to live poor I could not endure,
As others in my station,
With a heart full sore I quit the shore Of the once loved Irish nation.
Refrain.
It was early on one Sunday mom As Phaybus was a-rising,
We set sail away for New York Bay In the stout brig called Eliza Refrain.
And four or five of our beat men,
With hunger was confounded,
And seven more jumped overboard And wilfully was drownded.
Refrain.
And when we landed in New York Bay,
We were both stout and hearty,
Then we gave three cheers for Ireland here friends lay broken-hearted,
Like a flock of sheep we strayed away And from each other parted.
Refrain.
She learned this from her grandfather, Thomas Alexander Mulvagh, who was born in Ireland , in the County of Monaghan on the shores of Loch Erin. He joined an uncle in Canada in 1836 was he was a boy of eleven. He was a great singer, and Mrs. Lauderdale learned many songs from him. He died when she was twenty-two years old.